A/N: This is the last chapter, and in a few days I'll post the epilogue, which is nice and long and wraps up just about everything. Thanks for taking this journey with me. I've really enjoyed sharing this story with you. I'll mark the story as complete when the epilogue goes up.

The following morning the steward loaded up their suitcases and their purchases into the trunk of the limousine that was waiting for them at the port in Kokkari. The rest of the crew waited on the deck for Jane and Maura to say their goodbyes.

Captain Eduardo pulled Maura into a bear hug. "It was wonderful to see you again, Doctor Maura! Please, come see us again. And thank you, because I don't often get to pilot a boat this big."

Maura smiled at him. "It was good to see you, Eduardo." She turned to the rest of the crew. "It was good to see all of you again. Thank you for a wonderful time."

"I want to cater your wedding." Maurice chimed in.

"I like that idea." Jane said, smiling.

"I like that idea too. We'll let you know, Maurice." Maura said. "And perhaps Captain Eduardo will take us on our honeymoon. A cruise around the world sounds nice."

"A girl can dream, can't she?" Jane said, trying to hide her shock at the fact that with Maura, that wasn't just a dream, it was a distinct possibility.

They gave everyone one last wave and a thank you, and then got back in the limousine.

They were quiet in the car on the way back to the airport. The sun was so bright, making the Greek countryside look like it was being baked. Both of them were soaking up the sights, neither sure when they would ever be back to see this.

"I had a really great time, Maura. Thank you."

"It was fun, wasn't it?"

"It was more than fun, Maura. It was wonderful. I will never forget this."

"Not too shabby for a first date, right?" Maura said with a grin.

Jane smirked and winked, so that Maura would be absolutely certain she was kidding when she said "I don't know. I thought the spanakopita was a bit dry and I found the boat to be way too small."

Maura laughed. "I'll spoil you yet, Jane."

"You already have. Seriously though, thank you. No date that I put together for you is ever going to come close to that, but believe me I am going to try."

"I'm going to love any date that you take me on." Maura said sincerely. "Depending on how busy we are at work the week after we get back, maybe we can go out? Maybe catch a Red Sox game before the season ends?"

"You can count on it. And if things are terribly busy, we can order in and watch movies."

"Both ideas sound wonderful."

"It's a date, then." Jane said, smiling.

The limousine pulled up at the airport and a uniformed attendant walked to the trunk of the car to start pulling out their bags. Jane saw Maura scowl.

"What's wrong?" Jane asked, looking around.

"The pilot isn't on the plane. He's talking to the ground crew. He looks upset."

"Oh, that doesn't sound good."

"No, by now he should be on the plane doing his final checks. I have a feeling something is wrong with the plane. We may be delayed a bit."

"Okay," Jane said. "Do you think we'll be back in time to fly home tomorrow?"

"I hope the delay won't be that significant. I would think they would have called me if there was a serious mechanical issue with the plane. I guess we should just go and find out."

They stepped out of the car and approached the pilot.

"Is everything okay?" Maura asked, very aware of the angry faces of the ground crew members.

"Doctor Isles, I'm so terribly sorry, but it looks as if the ground crew working for the airport here is set to go on strike. No one has refueled the plane. If they strike, we will not be able to take off. I am trying to convince these gentlemen that it is of the utmost importance that we be refueled before they strike. Unfortunately,they do not agree."

"What time is the strike set for?" Maura asked.

"One hour from now." One of the ground crew members stated.

"And why can't we refuel before the strike starts?" Maura asked the man.

"Because there are many other planes ahead of yours to be refueled."

Maura looked around. Jane did too.

"I don't see any other planes." Jane said, crossing her arms.

"That's because there are none, Detective." The pilot said. "These gentlemen are using the impending strike to force us into bribing them into refueling the plane."

"WHAT? That's illegal! I'll have you know I am a detective with the Boston Police Department!" Jane yelled.

"And it seems you are a little out of your jurisdiction, Detective." One of the ground crew members sneered.

Maura put her hand on Jane's arm, effectively silencing Jane. "Jane, let me handle this, please." Maura turned to the pilot. "Would you mind getting Jane settled on board? I'd like to talk to the crew members for a moment."

"Don't pay their bribe, Maura. Don't sink to their level!" Jane said as the pilot tugged at her arm gently.

"Just let Doctor Isles take care of this, Detective. This isn't the first time we've been stopped like this, unfortunately. She's always gotten us out of situations like this, but I never know if she pays a bribe or not."

"I hope she doesn't. It's ridiculous that something like that could happen in this day and age!"

"She'll take care of it. Just keep your eyes open, I don't trust those people, and I don't like leaving her there by herself with them."

"Oh then forget it! I'm not leaving her there by herself!" Jane yelled and started to get off the plane.

"Please detective, just stay on the plane. We'll both keep an eye on her."

Jane watched as Maura stood there and spoke with the ground crew. She had no idea what they were saying to each other, but the conversation was definitely less heated than the one that the pilot had been having with the crew. Maura looked poised and calm, just like she always did.

A few minutes later the crew members were smiling and nodding, and Maura was walking back to the plane. As Maura walked to the plane, one of the crew members waved at the fuel truck, and it started to drive over.

Before Maura got on the plane, she asked the attendant that had loaded their luggage to pull out one of the cases of wine she was bringing home. She took two bottles out and walked them back over to the ground crew. Jane watched Maura stick her finger out, as if she were admonishing them.

"I bet she's telling them not to drink it while they're on duty, and I bet they're going to pop it open and drink it as soon as we take off." Jane said.

The pilot next to her grunted in agreement.

Maura returned to the plane and sat down next to Jane as the pilot closed the cabin door. "We should be fueled up in the next thirty minutes or so."

"Roger that, Doctor Isles. Thank you." The pilot looked as if he was going to ask Maura if she paid the bribe or not, but then realized it wasn't his place to ask.

Jane asked for him. "You didn't pay them off, did you?"

"No. I simply said that if they fueled us up before the strike began, I would call a lawyer I know and see if he would be available help negotiate their strike terms on behalf of their union."

"And they accepted your word like that?" Jane asked.

"Well, I had to sweeten the deal with some wine. But I made them promise not to drink it until they were off duty."

Jane shook her head. "You're really going to call your lawyer friend?"

"Sure, but I doubt it'll do them much good. He's in Istanbul at the moment and won't be back for several weeks."

Jane laughed. "You lied to them! How are you not breaking out in hives?"

"I didn't lie at all. I said I would make a call. I will make that call right now, actually."

The pilot laughed and headed toward the cockpit. "I'll have us airborne as soon as I can. I'm sorry for the delay."

"Don't worry about it." Maura said with a smile as she scrolled through her contacts on her phone.

The pilot closed the door to the cockpit and Maura looked out the window as she waited for her phone to connect. When the man fueling up the plane caught her eye, Maura smiled and pointed to her phone against her ear. The man smiled back.

Maura got the lawyer's voicemail, as she expected.

"Hello Anthony! It's Maura Isles. I know we haven't spoken in ages, but I figured you were the best person to call. I was in Samos for a few days and the airport ground crews were about to strike and were refusing to refuel us if we didn't bribe them. Instead of paying them off, I said I would contact you to see if you would negotiate the terms of their return to work. I realize you're traveling for the next few weeks and that you probably won't even get this message until you get back, but I had to make it look like I was making the call. I'm willing to bet that by the time you get back their strike is over anyway. I hope all is well with you and your family, and the next time you're in Boston, please do stop by. Take care."

She hung up and saw the man with the fuel hose looking up at her. She gave him a thumbs up sign, and he finished his task and went back to the truck.

"That was kind of mean." Jane said. "But I'm still totally impressed."

"Well, I did everything I said I would, and it got us fueled up and ready to go. Besides, it was mean of them to try and make us pay a bribe."

"Have you ever paid a bribe?" Jane asked.

"Nope, not once." Maura said. "I've always found a way around it somehow."

"If anyone could, it would be you." Jane said with a smile.

Maura used the phone in the main cabin to call the cockpit, to let the pilot know it appeared that they had finished fueling the plane. The pilot confirmed that the fuel gauges were all showing full, and they would be underway within the hour. They still had to complete some pre-flight checks and then get clearance from the tower, and it looked as if several flights were ahead of them, all trying to beat the strike. Since the people in the control tower were not part of the same union as the ground crews, they didn't anticipate a problem with taking off, other than the congestion of the flights ahead of them. Maura relayed this information to Jane.

"Sounds good to me. Hopefully we'll have a smoother flight than we had on the way here."

"I don't think it will be as bumpy."

"That's good. I was pretty scared." Jane said.

"Is that an admission of fear? From you?" Maura asked.

"Is that sarcasm, from you?" Jane deflected back.

"No, really, were you scared?" Maura asked.

"I was. If I could have crawled into your lap and kept my seat belt fastened, I would have."

"I'm sorry you were scared, but I'm proud of you for telling me."

"I promised you I wasn't going to keep my feelings from you anymore. It's not going to be easy, but it's a promise I made, so I am going to keep it."

"Good. And if you get scared on this flight and you feel the need to, uh, crawl into my lap, then go ahead."

Jane smiled at Maura. "The creepy guy from New York asked me if I knew what the Mile High Club was. Maybe once we take off we can go over to that couch over there and become members ourselves."

"Jane, I misjudged you. You're not a prude at all."

"You seem to have cured me of that problem." Jane said and laughed.

Thirty minutes later they were airborne, and another ten minutes after that they had reached their cruising altitude.

"I'm just going to use the facilities." Maura said and got up.

"Okay. I'll use them when you're done." Jane said and followed Maura to the back of the plane. Jane sat on the couch just outside the lavatory. Maura came back out and Jane went in, and instead of returning to her seat, Maura sat down on the couch. She took her sandals off and wiggled her toes, then pulled her legs up onto the couch and reclined along its length. When Jane came back out of the lavatory, Maura tapped the cushion she was sitting on.

"Care to join me?" She asked quietly.

Jane looked around, then back at Maura.

"Unless there's an emergency, and there won't be one, neither the pilot nor the copilot will exit the cockpit on this flight." Maura said to reassure Jane.

Jane smiled. She kicked off her sandals and crawled up the length of the couch until she was face-to-face with Maura. Maura leaned forward and kissed her. As Maura's hands started to wander over Jane's body, she pulled away from the kiss.

"Hey babe, you know what the Mile High Club is?" Maura said in her best fake New York accent.

"Ew, don't remind me of him." Jane said as she kissed Maura again. "He was gross. You, on the other hand, are not gross at all. You are beautiful."

"So are you." Maura said as she leaned in to kiss Jane again.

Maura grabbed Jane's shirt and yanked it off, surprising Jane with the ferocity of her actions. Jane groaned in appreciation when Maura buried her face in Jane's chest, kissing, sucking and licking the tops of Jane's breasts outside of her bra. Jane reached around and unclasped the bra, pulling it off as quickly as Maura had removed her shirt. Maura pulled one of Jane's nipples into her mouth and laved at it, causing Jane to moan. Jane reached out and cupped Maura's breasts through her shirt and bra for a moment before deciding there were too many barriers between her hands and Maura's skin.

"Take this off." Jane whispered as she tried to lift off Maura's shirt. Maura let go of Jane's nipple long enough to remove her shirt and bra, then shifted her attention to Jane's other nipple.

"That feels so good." Jane said.

She reached down to unbutton Maura's shorts and pulled them down, along with her underwear. Maura did the same on Jane.

Maura realized that they were now both completely naked on her parents' private jet, and though it was highly unlikely, at any moment the pilot or the copilot could enter the main cabin. It sent a tiny thrill up her spine to think that they might get caught.

Maura watched Jane look around furtively.

"Jane, it's all right." Maura scooted down so that she was lying flat along the length of the couch. She guided Jane's hips to above her face. "Turn around." she said to Jane.

Jane turned around and realized what Maura had planned. She lowered herself gently onto Maura's face while she lowered her own head between Maura's legs. They tasted each other simultaneously, and then both laughed when they both hissed in pleasure at the same time.

Jane let her tongue wander over Maura's folds, setting a slow, leisurely pace. Maura was already so wet, and it made Jane even wetter to see it.

Maura licked up Jane's slit until she found Jane's clitoris. She circled it a few times before licking back down again. She used her tongue to penetrate Jane.

"Oh Maura." Jane said quietly against her before continuing her own ministrations. As Jane used her mouth to stimulate Maura, she inserted two fingers inside her. It was a bit awkward, making love like this, but it didn't take Jane long to find all the places where Maura was the most sensitive. Maura's walls were already tightening around Jane's fingers and she knew that Maura wasn't far off from her orgasm at all.

Jane curled her fingers up and increased her pressure on Maura's clit and suddenly Maura was coming, causing her to temporarily stop what she was doing to Jane as she rode out her orgasm.

"Oh Jane, Jane, Jane!" Maura cried out against Jane's thigh.

When Maura had calmed down a bit, she continued licking and sucking Jane's folds. Jane was so wet that her juices were starting to run down her thighs. Maura licked them up, thirsty for more.

"I want you to come on my face, Jane." Maura said, her voice low and commanding. "I can't get enough of you." She growled, then pulled Jane down onto her face. Maura used her tongue to penetrate Jane again and Jane rocked back and forth against Maura's face, gently at first because she was afraid of somehow hurting Maura. Maura sensed this and used her hands to encourage Jane. When Jane found a better rhythm, Maura snaked one of her hands around the front of Jane and used her fingers to stimulate Jane's clit.

"Oh fuck! Maura!" Jane said, overwhelmed by the sensations Maura was creating. "Oh god, I'm gonna come!" Jane said.

Maura flicked Jane's clit harder and it sent Jane tumbling over the edge, causing her to gush into Maura's mouth. Maura held Jane in place with her hands wrapped around Jane's thighs. She waited for Jane to calm down, and when she knew she was no longer super sensitive, she licked around Jane's sex, cleaning her up. Finally, she let go of Jane's thighs, and Jane turned to look down at her.

"Jesus Maura, where did you learn to do that?"

Maura shrugged, wiping one hand across her mouth in a very un-Maura-like way.

Jane leaned in and kissed Maura, and they tasted themselves on each other.

"That was amazing, but you're a mess now." Jane said, looking at Maura's disheveled hair and her still-glistening face.

"I'm going to get cleaned up in the lavatory. Wait here for me?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Jane said with a smile.

Maura picked up her clothes and walked into the lavatory. A little while later she came out fully clothed with her hair up in a loose ponytail and her makeup looking like it had never been ruined.

Jane had dressed while Maura was in the lavatory, but went in to wash up and fix her own hair when Maura came back out. When Jane returned she found Maura reclining on the couch again.

"Isn't that how we got started before?" Jane asked wryly.

Maura laughed. "We still have more than two hours before we land. We had a late night last night and a very um, active, flight. I thought if you wanted to we could sleep for a little while."

"I've never heard you suggest a nap before, but far be it for me to turn one down. Especially if I can spend it curled up with you."

Maura smiled at Jane as Jane got back onto the couch with her. She sighed contentedly as Maura's arm came around and hugged her.

"This is nice. Usually I'm the big spoon." Jane said.

"That's because you're taller. But I like to hold you, too."

"Hold away then, Maura."

Maura kissed the back of Jane's head and they drifted off into a comfortable sleep. They didn't stir again until the pilot announced they were preparing for their initial approach into Paris.

They arrived back at the Isles' estate and began to gather their belongings for their trip back to Boston the following morning.

Maura pulled a bottle of wine out of the case that she bought and left it on the dining room table for her parents to find when they came back. Jane and Maura each left them a handwritten thank you note. They also left a bottle of wine in Henri's room, hoping he would enjoy it when he returned from visiting his daughter.

Maura made up a box of the goods she had bought in Greece and France that she wanted Henri to ship home to her. She left the box along with the instructions on where to ship everything for him to find.

They made themselves salads for dinner, opting to eat light after the fabulous food Maurice had made for them on the ship.

They showered and got ready for bed, both of them still exhausted from their trip and their inauguration into the Mile High Club. They had an early flight the next day, and both were eager to sleep.

"I'm conflicted." Maura said as they got into bed and curled up with each other. "I'm eager to go home and have things go back to normal, but I'm sad to be leaving here, where I have you all to myself."

"I feel the same way. But I also keep remembering how we wound up here, and even though things turned out wonderfully, I can't shake the guilt. I also can't shake the fear that this is all a dream."

"It's not a dream, Jane. You're stuck with me."

"I wouldn't call it stuck, that's so negative. But maybe you're stuck with me."

"I just like the idea that we're together. That's all that matters. Thank you for coming to find me."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for letting me apologize. Thank you for so readily accepting that apology. And thank you for everything we did while we were here. Thank you for loving me when I was at my worst."

"Thank you for coming to your senses." Maura said as she turned around and kissed Jane's forehead.

"I love you." Jane said.

"I love you too. Now get some sleep."

The taxi arrived early the next morning and Maua locked up the house for the last time. They arrived at the airport and checked in their luggage. Jane made sure they triple checked that everything was going to Boston Logan Airport. They also inquired about Jane's lost luggage at the baggage claim center, but Jane's luggage had not yet been found. Jane updated her information with the claim center, instructing them to send the luggage back to Boston if it was ever located.

They passed through security and Jane shopped for souvenirs for everyone back home. Her family and friends each deserved a huge thank you for what they had done for Jane, and the souvenirs didn't amount to much, but they were a start. Jane planned to write each person a thank you card as well, and repay them the money they had laid out for her. She and Maura had also discussed taking everyone out for a nice dinner once they were settled in back at home.

They arrived at their gate to wait for their boarding announcements, but didn't say much. Both of them realized what this trip had done for them. There had been the potential for so much to go wrong. Jane could have been heading home by herself.

Jane took Maura's hand in her own and squeezed it. "Everyone is going to be so happy to see you when we get home."

Maura squeezed back. "I can't wait to see them. I missed them."

"They missed you, too. I'm sorry I hurt you so much that you had to get away from me, and leave them all behind."

Maura let go of Jane's hand, but turned toward her so that they were facing each other. In the background the gate agent had started to make boarding announcements for the first class passengers.

"It was the worst thing I have ever experienced, Jane. Losing you like that was worse than when you shot yourself and when I stopped talking to you after you shot Paddy. I'm begging you to never push me away like that again."

"I won't, Maura, I promise. You don't have to beg. I'm so sorry."

"I love you. Now take me home."

Jane grinned at Maura and held her elbow out. Maura looped her arm through, and together they boarded the aircraft.

A/N: Look for the epilogue in a few days. :)